There was something utterly intimate about kissing, something which had made Millicent dislike it even as a whore. Now when she was a whore again she felt powerless against the kiss, and responded mechanically, the movements right but the sentiment wrong.
She was relieved when Orla pulled away, and more so when she got up. Still, as much as she hated the situation, and herself in that very moment, she knew that Orla was most likely right. She needed the potions, wanted them, craved them. And she had no where else to turn for them.
But perhaps Higgs... even thinking it she knew he'd request either money or something else in return. Nothing was for free, she would just have to make do with what she could get. Even if it meant this.
Getting up from the sofa, she snagged another leaf off the plant. She'd need it when she got home, to forget. Once she'd forgotten perhaps she could pick up the pieces and pretend to be fine by the time Justin came home. At least she hoped so.